Motherhood

Motherhood. It’s often a beautiful mess, isn’t it?

Having four kids has rocked my world. It’s the first time breastfeeding has went well (Yay!), but while I feed, (all day, every day) the boys destroy…everything in sight.

I’m not writing this looking for pity, but rather just documenting life. These are often my favorite posts to read back on when enough time has passed that I can actually laugh :)

 

Last week I hurried to get Ledger to school on time, I ushered four kids into the car along with Pog and miraculously made it right as the bell rang. We waved goodbye to Ledger and zoomed off to take Pog to the groomers to be shaved. (If you have a pug, shave it, you can thank me later )

I parked the car, and struggled getting the twins, Oaklee, and Pog out of the car. As we were just a few steps away from the pet shop, Pog yanked and broke ff her collar. She immediately took off running in the parking lot. (Sound familiar?) I hurried and shoved the twins inside the pet store, (There wasn’t anyone in sight) and put Oaklee’s carrier down by them and ran after Pog. About ten minutes later, and with the help of a complete stranger, and a man glaring at me from inside his truck because he didn’t dare drive in fear of running over Pog, I finally caught the dog and carried her into the pet store, where I found Cannon and Cruiz screaming.

In their gibberish twin talk they both were yelling, “The animals are loose! The animals are loose!” There was still no one else in sight, other than a cat walking towards them and a couple parrots squawking on top of their cages. They were terrified. I walked right past the boys and took Pog back to the groomer who chastised me for not having her on a leash. We left as quickly as we could after telling the groomer she could keep our dog.

Later that afternoon, as I was cutting one of the boys hair in the upstairs bathroom, I heard screaming and found two of the boys trying to hide under Oaklee’s crib, as I tried to interpret their words in between their screams, I realized they thought our house was flooding and we were all going to die… 

 

(This picture doesn’t do it justice, I really couldn’t believe how deep the water was.)

I dropped the clippers, and ran downstairs and found toilet water gushing out and filling the bathroom along with the next room over. I later learned they had dropped an entire roll of toilet paper in the water and tried to flush/stuff it down with the plunger. I waded through the water on the ground to turn off the pipes to the toilet, all while Cruiz screamed, “I’m scurrred! I’m scurred!” (This isn’t the first time, about a year ago, the twins stuffed a rag down the toilet and Ledger excitedly came to tell me the twins had made a splash pad in our house!)

I’m proud to say, I got the water cleaned up, (It took every towel we owned) finished the haircut, showered the boys, and said forget about dinner, mac and cheese will do, all before Pat came home.

This has been what life looks like starting about two weeks after bringing Oaklee home. These boys are testing every ounce of my being, but each day we somehow make it through the day, and Pat is literally my savior when he walks through the door. He usually has me laughing about my crazy day within minutes.

Motherhood…it’s messy and beautiful all at the same time. At the end of the day, I sure am lucky to experience it. I truly love it, the floods and all. Over the next few months everything in our home might be destroyed, but we have each other, and that’s all we really need.